Ascension

Chapter 37 The Witch's Chakra
"I'm dying?"

The trembling body of the desert witch instantly froze due to excitement.

I saw hope just now, and it was another heavy blow head-on.

This huge gap may be more painful and sad than giving no hope at all.

"Relying on this iron chain alone can treat the symptoms but not the root cause, and it has been delayed for several years."

"What's more, this kind of life that is worse than death and suffering is really what you want?"

Mr. Yehan was calm, and the expression of the desert witch changed again and again.

That's right, what's the difference between this and a pig dog imprisoned.

Although someone will provide her with food every day, her health will be checked regularly.

But if everything the lord says is true, there is no freedom, no hope... it's just lingering.

"You said just now that even the top scholars are unable to help every gloomy light..."

"Then what should I do to find the right direction and get out of the deadly predicament?"

The witch was puzzled, and confusion once again filled her eyes.

Lord Ye Han hooked his fingers.

"Come, come here."

"Crash-"

The Desert Witch hesitated for a moment, dragged the heavy iron chain, and staggered to the railing.

"The state is really on the verge of bottoming out." Mr. Yehan said with emotion.

The desert witches are slender, with an astonishing ratio of 5 to 8 between the upper body and the lower body, which is in line with human aesthetics.

The gloomy desert witch in front of her eyes was a little thinner and shorter, but this part of her genes remained unchanged.

But - desert witches don't really have feet!

Their thighs are white and they are made of flesh and blood.

The knee joint is down, but it is a prosthetic leg made of sand, which only has the shape of a leg, without the substance of flesh and blood.

Including those bare feet, no matter how perfect the shape is, how white the color is, how warm and jade-like it feels to the touch...

Its essence is golden sand, which cannot be faked!
However, at this moment, the witch really walked over step by step through these "moving sand legs".

This is contrary to Ye Hanjun's understanding of the desert witch. According to his cognition, the desert witch can walk on the ground, so that the appearance is no different from the pace of human beings.

But they don't like the action of "stepping legs". They prefer to break down the sand on the soles of their feet, manipulate the sand to rub against the ground, and then push their bodies forward and backward.

Because of the visual deception, when people see them, they are like female ghosts floating close to the ground. When they encounter them in broad daylight, they are somewhat frightening.

"That kind of action requires a small part of the mind to be maintained uninterrupted."

"I'm too weak now, walking on foot can relieve a little pressure..."

The witch sensed the direction of Lord Ye Han's gaze, and explained embarrassedly.

"It doesn't matter." Mr. Yehan didn't care.

Looking at the desert witch's whole body from a distance of less than [-] centimeters, he clicked his tongue, his expression gradually becoming serious.

"Switch to the gray flashes of other species. To be honest, there is nothing I can do now, and I can't help anything."

"But fortunately and unexpectedly, you are a witch, and the deepest part of your blood is imprinted with a chaotic seal called "Witch". "

"And the Wu tribe that is allied with my family is indeed a bit old."

"Over a long period of time, the ethnic group has given birth to several individuals that are not completely shining, and on this basis, they have conducted in-depth research..."

Lord Ye Han stared into the eyes of the witch, and said without reservation:

"I have a general method that can help you reverse the blood."

"What you need to know is, first, what I have mastered is theory, and I have never practiced it, so I cannot guarantee a 100% success rate."

"Secondly, I don't make money-losing investments, and I don't spend my leisure time helping strangers to get out of the sea of ​​suffering and regain a new life. What does that have to do with me?"

"I understand." The desert witch bowed her head, "So, what your lord needs...is my loyalty, right?"

"Shallow meaning, it can be understood in this way."

Lord Ye Han chuckled lightly:
"But don't think too badly of me."

"Compared to my people, I am friendly and kind enough to be regarded as a clear stream."

"The spirits who can accompany me, in principle, I will not treat them as slaves, and prefer to treat them as elder brothers or strict teachers."

"Also, if you really become the first contracted spirit corresponding to the "Teacher", you who have advanced wisdom, I hope that you will use the technique of sand control to hurt the enemy and protect the Lord during the battle, and you will be loyal to me. "

"In my spare time, I will train you to be my assistant."

"I'm very happy to be the shopkeeper. After all, it is indisputable that the future will be busier and busier."

"I would be very happy to have the ability to help me with the chores of my day-to-day work and give me more unfettered time."

"These seem to be... the things that the contracted spirits should do?" The desert witch was a little confused.

The lord, who is thinking about how to make a mess before the contract, seems a little unreliable.

"Whatever, it doesn't make sense to think so far now."

Lord Yehan waved his hand, took off the vampire dagger from his waist, and said with piercing eyes:

"Are you ready? The first "test" is about to begin. "

"I hope you will fight for your courage, because the end of the failure must be sudden death."

"Jieshi, even if the holy medical beast teleports to you, it will not be able to save you."

"As for me who killed the disabled spirit here, I'm afraid I will be held accountable by the academy, and there will be a lot of trouble... Do you know what I mean?"

"Huh—" The witch took a deep breath and let it out slowly.

The anxiety about the unknown between his eyebrows and eyes quickly dissipated.

What is left is the resolute look of breaking the boat.

"very good!"

Lord Ye Han no longer maintained the ancient witch language, and grabbed forward with his right hand, and landed directly on the shoulder of the desert witch.

"My eyesight is not enough to penetrate the flesh and see the subtle changes in living things."

"Close contact, using the palm as a medium, can expand the perception area, and ensure that the operation is not wrong as much as possible..."

Lord Ye Han fully activated his sensory organs, and even briefly gave up looking around, focusing all his attention on the witch.

For the witches, witchcraft is the core force, not only supporting the stable operation of their lives, but also bearing the absolute value of casting and controlling spells.

The witch power comes from the "Witch Chakra".

There are at least seven witch chakras in each witch's body, from top to bottom, they are "crown chakra", "brow chakra", "throat chakra", "heart chakra", "navel chakra", "stomach chakra", and "bottom chakra".

"You have to hold back, I'm going to destroy your chakra next, it's destined to be an experience worse than death."

"Destroy the chakra?" The desert witch opened her mouth slightly, her eyes widened involuntarily, and her voice trembled faintly.

Lord Ye Han remained calm, and the left hand holding the blood-sucking dagger spun out a beautiful blade flower, and said calmly:
"There are experimental reports from all over the world, proving that damage to the witch's chakra must be a serious injury to the witch race."

"All seven chakras are damaged, which means that the witch body is disabled. Regardless of whether you were a clay sculpture or Xiazhao before, you have no spells to cast, and you are destined to become the lowest level of waste."

"But—that's for normal witches."

"The Wu tribes of the alliance have gone through a long period of research."

"The hidden conclusion they got was that the witch's spirit to which the gloomy flash belongs can escape this mechanism."

"For them, the destruction of all seven energy centers will instead activate a part of the hidden blood power, forcing the balance of the body, and will not cause real disability or death."

"The part of you that was activated in advance will also calm down and participate in the life support of the body."

"And what you have to do is to ensure mental stability."

"Only by surviving the pain can you enter the second stage of the reshaping process, Nirvana."

Mr. Yehan's narration was methodical, and at the end, he seemed to suddenly think of something, and said lightly:

"By the way, let me add one more thing."

"If you can't survive it, you will die suddenly. If you survive it but fail to complete the second stage of the ceremony, you will still explode and die after a hundred days. There is no other way to save it."

"This is a bet you have to pay. If there is no objection, I will do it."

"Bet on death..." The desert witch's eyes flickered, as if there was a battle between heaven and man.

One can imagine the courage required to settle such a huge price in a few words.

But there seemed to be only two paths before her.

Either put all your eggs in one basket and look for opportunities to break through and build up.

Either muddle through, make unnecessary fantasies and deceive yourself in dark and dirty corners every day.

"...Please cast a spell, my lord!"

The desert witch gritted her teeth and bowed her head.

"puff!"

When the words fell, the knife flashed, and the vampire dagger pierced through the witch's hat and pierced into her head.

"The crown chakra, which connects the nerves, is the meeting point of the seven major chakras, the gathering pool of spirituality."

"puff!"

The sword flashed twice, and the desert witch's mouth was bleeding, her eyes were absent-minded, and there was a huge bloody gash between her eyebrows.

"The chakra between the eyebrows, known as the third eye of the witch clan, is the junction of the optic nerves, linking spiritual perception and conveying witch power, the most important thing."

"puff!"

The knife flashed three times, the blood-sucking dagger cut the desert witch's throat, and a cluster of goose-yellow blood spurted out.

Lord Yehan in front of him was unavoidable, his upper body was soaked in blood.

The corners of his eyes twitched slightly, but he still held back his discomfort and quickly made the fourth cut.

"puff!"

"puff!"

"puff!"

……

The light of the knife flashed continuously, and the afterimage was gorgeous.

At first, the witch was able to grit her teeth and bear the pain forcefully.

When the third knife fell, he couldn't help but let out the roar of a beast, which was extremely hoarse.

When the fifth knife fell, she couldn't hold on any longer, she let out a muffled groan, and the ear-piercing scream resounded through the cage.

"Buzzing—"

The ground suddenly shook, and the sunken lines hidden in the corners burst into light without warning.

The airflow around his body became turbulent for a moment, and Lord Ye Han narrowed his eyes slightly, but the movements in his hands did not stop, but were completed at a faster speed and meticulously.

"puff!"

The last knife fell.

So far, the heart chakra, navel chakra, stomach chakra, and root chakra—all have been pierced!

The amount of bleeding was terrifying, and the whole body of the desert witch could be dyed with just one breath.

The indescribable smell of blood, faintly mixed with the wetness of the soil after the rain, spread and became stronger and stronger.

"Buzzing—"

At the entrance of the seventh floor, the still stone statue swayed, and the dust on the surface crazily shook off.

The gray-white rock texture on the surface seemed to be quickly wiped away by an invisible palm, and the cold metal texture became more and more intense.

"Chong-"

The giant sword was pulled off the ground, and the killing intent was like a flood breaking through the dam, and its momentum was unstoppable.

"Who disrupted the balance of this place and seriously disturbed the disabled beast?"

"Well, this direction... the Desert Witch?"

The middle-aged man who has regained his flesh and blood has a full heaven and a face as sharp as a knife.

The stars twinkled in his eyes, as if there were light lines flowing.

With about half a breath, he picked up the huge iron sword and ran towards a certain direction.

"Tear--"

A black shadow was faster than him, moving like a ghost, swift as lightning, passed over the strong man's head, and disappeared with a snap of his fingers.

(End of this chapter)